donât,â Mark said.
âAh, my dear fellow, my apologies. It slipped my mind. They went to the guillotine.â
âNot quite. My grandfather did, and others of the family, but my grandmother escaped to England with my mother after they were embroiled in violence. Even so, the shock of their experiences killed my grandmother within two years, and my mother eventually.â
âOdd business, France,â Braydon said, ringing the bell for the next course. âFirst they fall into revolution and Terror, horrifying us and sending émigrés fleeing into Britain, and then they embrace Napoleon, terrifying us and sending our armies out to defeat him in all parts. Now they have aking again and the beau monde flocks to Paris to see the latest fashions.â
âNot me,â Mark said as sliced roast beef and vegetables were laid out, steaming hot and aromatic.
âNo tug to your motherâs land?â Braydon asked as they served themselves.
âNone.â
âWerenât you in Paris in âfourteen?â
âOrdered there because I speak French so well. Iâd look at older people in the streets and wonder if any of them had cheered my familyâs deaths.â
Or dipped their fingers in their blood
, but heâd not had that image in his mind then.
Braydon nodded. âAs I said, odd. Weâve been at war with France more often than not since the Conquest and yet we canât help but admire their style. Though I prefer plain cooking such as this.â
âAnd prefer both to the Spanish,â Mark said.
Braydon laughed. âBe fair. We rarely experienced the heights of Spanish cuisine.â
That led safely into army nostalgia, but when the table had been cleared and they sipped the last of the wine, Braydon said, âI believe you said you joined the army in order to restore the monarchy to France. Any second thoughts?â
âBecause Fat Louis lacks noble qualities? No. Any ship of state needs a stable anchor.â
âAt least heâs a substantial one,â Braydon murmured, refilling their glasses. âSo what noble cause absorbs you now?â
âI thought you disclaimed curiosity.â
âOnly that I could do so. In truth, Iâm hoping youâre entangled in something where I could play a part.â
âBored?â
âYou always were astute. A few years ago Iâd have paid a fortune for a meal like this and a peaceful bed at night. Now . . . A man needs a purpose, donât you think?â
âNo estate coming to you? Ah, no. Your father was in government, yes? Son of a younger son of an earl?â
âA mere viscount, but yes, I have no estate. You, however, do. Berkshire, isnât it?â
âDo you remember the details of everyone youâve met?â
âMany of them,â Braydon said with a shrug. âIt was useful at times.â
âTrue enough,â Mark said, toasting him, for Beau Braydonâs retentive memory had turned a trick or two on the Peninsula. âThe place is Faringay Hall, near Abingdon. I thought youâd joined the army with a career in mind.â
âI did, but I found I didnât fancy any of the likely peacetime duties and sold out. Then a childless uncle left his all to me. No estate, but a decent amount of money well invested. So here I am, comfortably situated for life.â
âToo comfortably?â
Braydon smiled. âQuite. Do say youâve some discomfort for me.â
Mark smiled back but shook his head. âItâs mostly very dull work and youâd never fit in.â
âIf your appearance is de rigueur, then youâre certainly correct. Excuse my curiosity, but can you say how you come to be in Warrington, of all places?â
âThat I can do. I was traveling from Manchester to London, but the road threatened to be in chaos because of a thousand or so Spenceans planning to march south to present
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